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Chapter 139

“Mrs. Bowles…” Cold sweat broke out on Mr. Beardsley’s forehead. “In that case, let’s go and check

the surveillance video directly…”

If Crystal called the police and the police got involved, it would bring a bad impact on him. But he didn’t

dare to offend Mrs. Bowles, and he only hoped that Mrs. Bowles could see the truth and stop making

things difficult.

“Don’t need to check the surveillance!” Mrs. Bowles put her arms around her waist and said, “I don’t

think you can solve this. Fine, I’ll go and find the principal directly!”

She glared at Crystal, took out her mobile phone, and dialed a number. Her voice instantly became

gentle and aggrieved. “Hey, honey, I was bullied… and your son! Do you know that your son was

framed and beaten? The other kid is from an ordinary family, and I don’t know where he got the

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courage from… Yes, our son may have said a few words about him, but what he said is the truth!”

“His mother actually divorced his father after being hit a few times. Isn’t this irresponsible for her child?

In my opinion, it’s all her fault that the child has become like this… Yes, hubby, they keep saying it’s our

fault now and they’re unwilling to give up. What’s the use of this kind of child staying in kindergarten? I

remember that you are a friend of the principal. Call the principal and let Bernard withdraw from the

kindergarten…”

The other party probably gave her a positive answer. Mrs. Bowles raised her eyebrows and looked at

Crystal with a proud face. “Well, well, thank you for your hard work, honey. I’ll make dinner for you

tonight… Ah, you’re not coming back? Okay, honey, have fun.”

After saying that, she hung up the phone and said proudly, “My husband said that he’ll contact the

principal later. Wait to get kicked out of the kindergarten!”

The little fatty spat at Bernard and said, “A poor guy like you doesn’t deserve to go to the same school

as me!”

Crystal always had no expression on her soft face. She pursed her lips. It had been a long time since

she had been so angry.

Seeing this, Mr. Beardsley immediately said, “Since the principal will deal with this matter, Miss Evans,

please take Bernard back.”

“…Sister.” Bernard raised his small face, revealing a face that was about seventy to eighty percent

similar to Alissa’s. He grabbed Crystal’s hand with his soft hand and said in a muffled voice, “… Let’s

go back.”

He had always known that Leland was different from him. Leland bullied other students in school, but

the teacher never cared about it. This time, the teacher didn’t care about it either.

“Bernard.” Crystal said seriously, “We didn’t do anything wrong. We shouldn’t leave.”

She was a little unhappy and curled her lips at Mrs. Bowles. “I can also make a phone call.”

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Mrs. Bowles laughed at her. “What’s wrong? Are you going to call the police?”

Crystal took out her mobile phone and was about to dial a number. Suddenly, a hand with clear joints

hung up the call and her phone was taken away.

“You don’t know how to find your husband after being bullied, do you? What’s the use of calling that

good-for-nothing Antony?” The man’s voice was very light, but it was cold for no reason. It made the

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people around instantly feel that the cold wind was blowing through their bones.

Crystal raised her head and looked into Harold’s lowered eyes. He was wearing a black mask,

revealing only a pair of eyes, which had a kind of unapproachable beauty, like ice and snow on the top

of a mountain, eternal and continuous.

“…I didn’t want to trouble you.” Crystal said in disappointment, “You said that I’m good at eating and

making a scene. I can’t change the fact that I’m good at eating. So I won’t trouble you.”

Harold couldn’t help laughing. “I said you’re good at eating and making a scene. What else did I say

next?”